Nostalgia

Watching summers field mice, disappear in mist

Rewatching our first kiss.

I long for warm air on my cheeks.

Seeking my future, Missing intimacy;

Could you be looking for me? In Michigan’s landscape.

Do her hips remind you of mine? What a tease,

I want to run into you, Just to see what you would do.

Would you open your arms and hold me, while I lay my head on your legs

Just like you used to;

If you’d see me for who I am, Not who you wished I was

Or would you pass without a glance.

What is your favorite memory of me?

Naked – my head tucked deep in your chest; Nostalgia only thinks of the best.

Romanticizing my pain to feel a little sane,

I don’t sleep well these days.

Will we meet again? As strangers in the passing lane?

I gave you a lifetime; My hair will grow to my knees and turn grey,

Watching field mice every summer day.

But I’ll think of you still;

Where you are, who you turned out to be,

And I’ll wonder if you’ll think the same about me.